Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.